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Five Minute Fridays: Willing

Back on the wagon with the five minute post. I've got an hour before the bus drops off my school girl, thirty minutes before my boy emerges from his Chuggington-induced TV-coma, and the baby just fell asleep. I think I have five minutes. We'll see what happens next week ;)

Today's word, "willing".

...and go.

"The heart is willing, but the flesh is week." So the scripture goes. These days, it seems more the other way around: My flesh is oh so willing to sleep when my heart longs to read one more chapter. My flesh would rather have a healthy snack, but my heart reasons that it's the week before Lent, so now's the time to finish up the Christmas chocolate. Coming cold be damned. A nursing mother will soon go wrong if she ignores the tellings of her body. After all, it's keeping someone else alive. And so I tumble into this time of preparation for the Coming Pascha. The ever coming Lord. Telling my heart that some forms of flesh-fasting will have to wait another year. For yet another season always coming in this ever spinning world. For there is yet another saying just as ancient: babies don't keep.

And stop.

Do tune into Lisa-Jo's link up to see what five minutes wrought for other brave writers today.

Thank you and thank you! I love that shot too. I nabbed it on a secondary highway through one of the hillier parts of south-central Saskatchewan last August. Looking forward to life without snow here too! Glad you stopped by :)

According to the classical method of pigeon-holing personalities, I am a phlegmatic melancholic, which is Latin for "thinks way too much about things to fill out 'about me' sections briefly or succinctly". Consider yourself warned. I am happily married to the man of my shopping list (far better choice than the two-dimensional Prince Charming of my dreams), and the mother of a pensive princess, a mischievous munchkin, and one chill but cheery babe. Caring for the above currently takes up most of my time, but I hope someday to train as a midwife. I am an Orthodox Christian, and my husband is a sub-deacon, so I suppose that makes me a sub-matushka (to abuse the Slavic term). I am addicted to coffee and fiction. I love to sing. My weaknesses in writing include alliteration and parentheses (surely you suspected). My love of chocolate is genetic, and the cravings can usually be quelled by heart-healthy high-quality dark decadence, but I still occasionally slum with a snickers. My blog is my happy place, a spot for sharing blessings, and writing for the sheer joy of putting words on a screen.